The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch)

... to her breasts.

She reached the bottom of the stairs. Now what? After a moment of indecision Tami decided to work the room like a politician. She greeted everyone individually and hugged them. She felt the scratchy or soft or silky sweaters and jackets and shirts and blouses against her bare skin and the desire to wear these things and her envy of these well-clothed people was so intense that her throat was dry. But she bravely and sincerely said to each, "Good to see you."

This was the beginning of a strange two hours in the midst of her family, during which Tami sat and talked, drank coffee and soda, ate celery and blue cheese and deviled eggs and black olives, and chatted about whatever people wanted to talk about. Tami steeled herself and managed to act naturally. After a while the glances at her nakedness got less frequent and people were actually making eye contact. But Tami was always thinking about how weird it was to be naked in the middle of it all . . .

Only once did her nudity come up in conversation. Amaryl, sitting at the kitchen table with Tami, munching on potato chips, talking a mile a minute as always, said, "My mom told me about your new religion . . . how can you go around naked all the time? Isn't it uncomfortable? I'd hate to be naked and have everyone look at me. Last summer I wore one of those new backless tops out, and I just couldn't stand the idea that everyone might be looking at me. How do you go out in the snow? Isn't it cold where ...

... you're going to college? If I were you I'd transfer to Miami or someplace like that . . ." Tami smiled. She hardly had to say anything when talking with her cousin Amaryl. Amaryl made her own conversation and all Tami had to do was nod. Tami smiled. Some things hadn't changed . . .

The Unintentional Nudist VII: The Girl in the Mirror, Part 8

In her Intro to Psych class Tami's professor had said, "An experienced therapist is able to look totally concerned while not paying any attention whatsoever what the client is saying." That got a chuckle from the class. Now on Christmas Even the naked freshman, sitting at the table, thought of that as she listened to her cousin Amaryl talk and talk and talk . . .

Tami felt like everything was off balance, like she was living in a dream. Did she really have Christmas tree ornaments tied to her nipples last night as she got drunk and danced in front of her high school friends? Did she really split her legs open up in her bedroom a while ago and practically stick her face into her pussy, watching how her butthole moved? What is going on here? This is stuff I willingly did. Compared to this, somehow her misadventures at college seemed settled and sane. At college she was the same old Tami, trying to keep her wits while being forced to expose herself. But now back at home it seemed like maybe her wits were leaving her . . .

Tami munched on another stalk of celery, sitting back in her chair, looking attentively at Amaryl as she talked ...